Hio was laying on the bed in your shared bedroom, reading, when you got home. The soft rustle of pages filled the quiet space as afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm patterns on the comforter. He set the book down on the end table next to the bed and got up when he heard you walk through the front door, the wooden floor creaking softly under his weight.

He greeted you with a happy smile that reached his eyes, the scent of his lavender shampoo drifting toward you as he approached. "Hi! How was work?"